Moderate crime thriller never rises above being pat
and
routine,
and barely remains credible. Henry Hathaway ("Kiss of
Death"/"North to
Alaska"/ "Niagara") directs in a workmanlike but
uninvolving manner
from
a screenplay by Philip Dunne and Rowland Brown, and a
story by Samuel
G.
Engel and Hal Long.

Wealthy Wall Street stockbroker Bob Cain (Edward
Arnold) is
sentenced
to 5 to 10 years for embezzlement and when in prison
his spoiled
college-grad
son Bob Cain Jr. (Tyrone Power) rejects him for
betraying his trust.
After
a year searching for a job and not getting one because
of his infamous
name, Junior has a change of heart about dad and goes
to see shyster
lawyer
Brenner (Charley Grapewin), an old drunk with a taste
for
Scotch-and-milk
and a love for Shakespeare, about getting his pop
parole. Told it would
take big cash to arrange such a deal, Junior uses the
alias of Johnny
Apollo
and hooks up with Brenner's top client, the notorious
gangster Mickey
Dwyer
(Lloyd Nolan), and becomes Dwyer's frontman. Johnny
soon rises far in
the
underworld rackets, but word of this displeases his
now reformed dad
who
has become a model prisoner. Lucky (Dorothy Lamour),
Mickey's aspiring
actress girlfriend who has a heart of gold, falls for
heart throb
Johnny
and helps him when he lands in prison with his dad. In
the unwarranted
and fairly ridiculous happy ending, Lucky's helpful
actions reconcile
father
and son after a botched prison break led by the now
jailed Dwyer that
has
old man Cain calling in the prison break and Dwyer
shooting both him
and
his son. The Cains and Lucky will eventually be
together after father
and
son are released from prison, as the moral of the
trite story is that
the
two men learned the hard way the lesson that crime
doesn't pay.